Devonn is the grand-daughter of one of my best friends, Dawn, who was also the best friend of my late daughter, Aisling, so she is very special to me. As well as being a very beautiful young girl, Devonn is fierce on the football field and destined for a great career in her chosen sport.
She was just fourteen years old when she first came to the studio for a photograph session with her friend, Emma. (Teenyboppers) I was keen to shoot with her again and she proved to be a very responsive and intuitive model. I’m sure we’ll work together again one day when the Covid clouds roll back.
Naked, that is. I’m often asked if I feel uncomfortable, or even exploitative, when photographing nude women or men. I don’t. We all are naked under our clothes. Theirs are just younger and more beautiful than mine.
Clockwise from top left: Mischkah. Model: Mischkah Lady of the Mist: Model: Rosa I Dream in Pink: Model: Eachelle Penance: Mason Nearly Nude. Model: Mischkah
Over the Christmas and New Year period, we watched a lot of old films on television, including Sunset Boulevard, starring the wonderful Gloria Swanson. It’s one of my all-time favourites and I had it firmly in mind while making the photograph below. The model, who I only ever knew as Peaches, was perfect for what I wanted and this somewhat unconventional portrait – Faded Dreams – became one of my favourites.
It’s been a long time since I did any work in Photoshop and Lightroom, so I spent a pleasant afternoon yesterday on this studio portrait from just over a year ago at Studio 3 by Severn. It helped that the sun was shining briefly and for a short period of time I could imagine I was indoors by choice.
A little bit of vibrant colour for a grey, November day. I called this Flora for fairly obvious reasons. We had a lot of fun making the model’s hair fly out like that, although I think she was a tad dizzy by the time we’d finished.
This photograph was one of my early successes on the FIAP competition circuit, winning gold, silver and bronze medals. This came as a bit of a surprise to me as the shoot had verged on disaster. The model, whose name I have forgotten, was from one of the Eastern European countries and had only a very few words of English, so communications were difficult to say the least. She had a repertoire of practised poses which she persisted in adopting, in spite of my repeated cries of, “No, please no.” I guess she was equally frustrated as she watched this septuagenarian capering about trying to emulate the poses I wanted, in a weird geriatric version of charades. How we arrived at this pose, I have no idea. I think I had just given up on trying to establish any kind of connection and was allowing her to do her thing. Turns out she knew best, after all.
Welcome to the latest incarnation of my photographic blog. Like most people, my life changed quite a bit when Covid-19 reared its ugly head. No more going to the races, an end to going out to Georges’s for fish and chips and, more importantly, it brought my involvement in the world of Camera Club photography to an end. My camera club membership will lapse at the end of this year and, sadly, I won’t be renewing it as I just can’t bring myself to make friends with Zoom. As I am now galloping towards being an Octogenarian and not having recourse to a crystal ball to check on the demise of this pesky pandemic, I have also retired from my judging duties which I will miss enormously, as I met very many lovely people and had a lot of fun along the way. So there we are, or rather, here I am. As there’s no fun in a blog post without a picture, I leave you with an old favourite of mine, As the Crow Flies, featuring professional model Rachelle Summers and a lovely crow I saw on one of my nature rambles.
UPDATE (30th December 2020) I have decided to amalgamate my photography and writing blogs, as it seems to make more sense … and will be less work!